Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kuwait and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing R.M.O. to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Cameo,
Rosa Yemen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warren Ellis,
Lungfish,
Ultravox,
Scrapy,
Hot Snakes,
Loose Ends,
Reagan Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
H. Thieme,
Tim Buckley,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Axelrod,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wasted Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jesper Dahlback,
James White and The Blacks,
the Bar-Kays,
U.S. Maple,
The Gories,
Stereo Dub,
Cybotron,
Black Flag,
The Invisible,
Goldenarms,
Delta 5,
Neil Young,
Banda Bassotti,
Audionom,
Graham Central Station,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magma,
Icehouse,
The Moody Blues,
Porter Ricks,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Simply Red,
The Move,
Radio Birdman,
Gong,
Harmonia,
The Fugs,
Laurel Aitken,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Niagra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Monks,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.